Hidden Feelings - A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter Forty-Six - Sixth Year

"What do you want to do when school is over? For a job."

I roll my head over to look at Draco, his face barely illuminated from the moon; just enough light shines down for me to see his peaceful smile and soft blond hair.

"I want to be a teacher," I say.

"Really? What class?" he asks.

"Astronomy." I look back up at the stars, running my fingers over the grass beneath me. "I like that kind of stuff. Where the scientific and magic worlds meet."

He moves his hand so it's just brushing against my pinkie, and I smile, knowing what he's trying to do. I play hard to get and don't move to hold his hand like he wants me to.

"What about you?"

"I don't know. What I'd want to actually do, at least," he says. "My father's dead set on me working in the ministry. He wants be to build my way up to minister."

"Wow," I breath out. "That's...a lot of pressure."

"It's not that bad. I would be fine working there." He moves his hand a little closer, just overlapping one of his fingers. "I just wonder what I'd want to do if I had a choice."

I can't help myself and shift my hand so our fingers can intertwine. I turn my head again right as he does, and he rolls over onto his side without letting go. I do the same, closing my eyes as our lips touch. The warmth of his lips replaces the chill of the cool summer night we lay in, fills my body with a special type of joy exclusive to him. I move myself closer to him, and feel his free hand move to settle on my waist.

This is our third and final time meeting over the summer, only a week from school starting. Our plan was for me to send the directions to a place near the burrow once I got there where no one could easily stumble upon us, and he would fly out and meet me here at midnight on July first. Within my first week, I found a field by an old abandoned playground that's so rusted, no one goes there anymore. There's a forest nearby we can get to if we do hear someone, and otherwise, the field gives us a safe space to talk and...well, snog, as we please.

His hand suddenly moves to a patch of skin that's uncovered by my shirt, and I pull away from his lips with a small gasp. "Your hands are so cold!" I exclaim, pulling his fingers away. I turn back to see him smirk before he pulls his hand back, pushing my shirt up more. "Draco!" I laugh softly, flinching as he runs his fingers slowly over my side.

"Are you ticklish?" he asks.

"No," I lie, biting back a smile. I flinch again when he starts trying to tickle me, and I finally roll away, jumping to my feet.

"You liar!" he accuses, and I hear him running after me. He quickly catches up and grabs me around my waist. I let out a shriek as he pulls me back, almost letting me fall but pulling me up at the last second. I hold his arms and twist my head back to smile at him. I can make out his beautiful grey eyes as he loosens his grip around me and lets me turn to face him, and I use his shoulders to pull myself up and kiss him again.

When we finish, he lets out a happy sigh, brushing my hair back.

"Good diversion," he says. I raise my eyebrows.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I whisper, leaning in for another kiss. I'm stopped when he suddenly leans down and sweeps me off my feet. I gasp as he throws me a little to get a better grip, and I hold tightly around his neck, laughing.

"Your smile is so beautiful," he says, and I laugh more, rolling my eyes.

"A romantic Draco. How odd," I joke.

"Hey, it's your turn for a compliment," he argues, holding back a grin as he sets me down. "No complaining about how cold my hands are."

"I could stare at your eyes for days straight and never grow tired of them," I say without thinking, reaching my hand to touch his cheek. His smile grows and he laughs a little, looking down.